Scheherazade

Come, my love, for my blood thirsty soul
can only be soothed by your soft touch;
come and sit upon the edge of my bed,
your skin as cool as the satin sheets
on which I recline. Allow me to close my eyes and drift
on the opium of this dream along the flowing waves
of your honeyed voice that brings peace
to the soul of this often weary traveler.

Come, my love, caress and soothe the thirst from my heart
with the melody of your words placed to my ears
like the sweetness of a pomegranate to the parched lips
of one who has for too long traversed the sands of loneliness.

One night…
two nights…
three nights…
and on…

Your hair is the color of the night that bathes me gentle
underneath the soft glow of the moon; your lips are the red rose
that blooms in the garden of my adoration and desire;
your hands the softness of the whisper and promise
of an unlit room; your body the bronze temple
on which civilizations have been built and then fallen.

Four nights…
ten nights…
a hundred…
and on…

Within this world of too often gray you are the rainbow
which follows the storm and gives hope that the drought
of my existence has finally ended; within the hush of this moment
I await the melody of your words, which bring joy to one
who has far too long measured his life by the slow ebb
of the tick tock of his days; within the anticipation of your story
I long for the escape that I commanded you freely offer
to liberate me from the tedium of my self-imposed legend.

And into the long hours of the morning creeps my elation,
and into the long hours of the morning grows my need for you
whom I can tell senses the difference between one who is evil
and one who is merely desperate from isolation.

Three hundred nights…
eight hundred nights…
a thousand…
and on…

Come, my love, for my lonely soul
can only be soothed by your soft touch;
for I await your tales as one who is not worthy
of such enticement but who knows when to not question
and when to accept the kindness that the Fates
have laid to be served upon his ever blood thirsty plate.

and on…
and on…